He can lift all of the little pop-up pages in the “Where’s Spot?” book all by himself. D reads it to him and patiently waits while Z figures out how to clumsily open the pop-ups.
“No, that’s not Spot, that’s a lion under the stairs!”
So what if he also rips the pages as he’s lifting the pop-up doohickeys. A small price to pay for this child’s sheer genius, I’m telling you.
One thing he can’t do, hold his own bottle. Developmentally, he should be totally ready for this task. I even bought a special little holder (16 dollars!!) that you put on the outside of the bottle. But, nope.
In fact, the other day, I set him in his high chair and put the bottle with the holder in front of him on the tray and went across the room. Sure, he reached for the bottle, picked it up, and put it in his mouth. He just couldn’t figure out how to tilt the bottle to get the milk out. Eventually he got frustrated. Then he cried. I laughed.
Also, Zeke ate his first cracker today. Graham cracker, that is. All by himself. Genius. See the picture below.
No moral of the story today. Just the day-to-day of mom-ing.
Oh my goodness, that picture of Zeke crying is hilarious! The poor guy looks so helpless, but it's so funny. The position of his left hand makes it looks like he is considering another attempt to grab onto the strange contraption in front of him.
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